After leaving the Qinglong Mountain Range, Lin Huang and the others headed towards the Great Qi Dynasty.

In that imperial city of Daqi, there was a great Confucian named Cao Mingsheng. However, the so-called Great Confucian, I am afraid that it is nothing more than that, and he has become a person of the Blood Spirit Palace, and he talks about the word Confucianism.

However, before the four of them were halfway through, they stopped.

Feng Wanli, who temporarily replaced the eleventh killing position, spread the news, which made Delin Huang frown, "The great Confucian Cao Mingsheng entered the Wuzen Temple three days ago to shave his degree, and since then he has escaped into the empty door!"

Looking at the news in the token, Lin Huang's brows tightened more and more.

Lei Li and Song Wugui were rescued by Wuchan Temple, which made him feel a wave of anger in his heart. And now the third person he wants to assassinate is also in the Wuzen Temple.

"No Zenji Temple ......"

Lin Huang pursed his thin lips lightly, and the corners of his mouth revealed murderous intent.

"Boss Lin, the Wuzen Temple of the Dog Day will not also be an attachment of the Blood Spirit Palace!"

Bai Xiaopang carried two big hammers and scolded.

Lin Cangxue and Jun Chengcheng were silent, but they looked in the direction of Wuzen Temple.

"It seems that it's time to go to Wuzen Temple and see what kind of medicine Ye Wuchan's old guy sells in his gourd!"

Lin Huang clenched his fists and said, Ye Wuchan must have a plan to obstruct it like this. And Lei Li and Song Wugui must die, because these two people know that they and Lin Cangxue are thirteen killings.

Once the two have the opportunity to release the news, they are afraid that they will attract countless people to chase and kill.

Afterwards, Lin Huang led the three of them towards Wuchan Temple, since Ye Wuchan wanted to let himself go, then he would go for a walk to see what kind of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods were.

In less than half a day, the four of them discovered the previous martyrdom.

I saw the latter alone, walking slowly on the official road, with mottled blood stains around him, his expression seemed to be a little embarrassed, and he looked in a trance.

"Old bald donkey, why are you alone, Song has no return?"

Bai Xiaopang was carrying a pair of hammers and stepped forward to ask.

He returned to his senses and looked at the four people who suddenly appeared, and they were about to recite Amitabha Buddha with their hands folded, but they didn't know what they thought, and their hands stopped halfway through, and their faces seemed to be a little confused.

"Song Wugui's donor is dead!"

Ci Nan said with a bitter face, and his mouth seemed to be a little dry.

"Dead?!"

Bai Xiaopang's eyebrows immediately stood up, and then he laughed and said, "Didn't you say that even if Xuanyuan raised troops to come, you would be able to protect Song Wugui?"

Ci Nan's face was stunned, his face showed a look of amazement, without the slightest Buddha nature before, and said honestly: "Xuanyuan has appeared!"

Lin Huang and the others were taken aback.

"The poor monk can't stop it!"

He continued, looking at the blood on his hands, and his expression was extremely struggling.

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, he was really a little weird in his heart, he was not ashamed of his big words, but in half a day, Song Wugui was killed by Xuanyuan's soldiers.

This...... It was really beyond Lin Huang's expectations.

"Master Cinan, take us to Wuzen Temple!"

Lin Huang said with a smile, although several people knew the general location of Wuchan Temple, they didn't know the real location. It is naturally not a problem to have compassion to lead the way.

Ci Nan smiled bitterly and nodded.

On the official road, an old monk with blood led four young people towards the Wuzen Temple.

Until nightfall, Lin Huang, who was resting in a broken temple, suddenly woke up, only to hear a whimpering cry from outside the temple, which attracted Lin Huang's attention.

Lin Huang got up, raised his eyes, and saw that Ci was unable to cover his face with his hands, sitting by the fire and crying, for a while the old tears were rampant, his body was trembling, where was there still half of the breath of Buddhism.

Lin Huang frowned, and after meeting the martyrdom again, he found that the latter had changed a lot, and he didn't dare to fold his hands or recite the Buddha's name.

Even without the kindness and kindness of the previous ones, he was at a loss for what to do, not even like an old man, more like a child who had done something wrong.

In the dark night, where Lin Huang was contemplating, he saw that Ci Nan slowly took off his robe, revealing his back.

At the back of the martyrdom, there is a cyan dragon, which looks extremely majestic and domineering, revealing a posture of looking down on the world.

In the ruined temple, Jun Chengcheng and Lin Cangxue also woke up, and were about to raise their heads but were stopped by Lin Huang, where could the two of them see an old man's bare back.

The green dragon behind the martyrdom, Lin Huang had seen it a long time ago, and it was on Lu Han's back. The green dragons of the two can be said to be exactly the same, no different.

Lin Huang didn't pay attention to it at first, until he knew that Lu Han was a member of the Xuanyuan family, and he guessed that this might be the mark of the Xuanyuan family.

And there is a green dragon tattoo behind that martyrdom, which can't help but make Lin Huang reverie.

Outside the ruined temple, after crying, he picked up a burning firewood from the fire, and when he closed his eyes, he burned the firewood on his back.

Lin Huang's face changed, and he immediately rushed out of the temple gate and snatched the burning firewood.

Ci Nan raised his head, his face was stunned, but he calmly picked up another match and burned himself back, his expression calm and terrifying.

This time, Lin Huang didn't make another move, just quietly watched the way Ci was difficult to self-harm, and erased the Qin Long mark behind him little by little.

In just a moment, the back of the martyr became unsightly, full of red and charred black, and it looked particularly terrifying.

And the previous green dragon vein has also been completely erased.

Subsequently, Ci Nan groped his way to put on his robe, and his old face was full of wind and frost and vicissitudes, and he looked at the forest and said calmly:

"It's been two hundred years, in fact, the poor monk has never forgotten, my name is Xuanyuan Wuxi, and my cousin is called Xuanyuan Wuxiang!"

Beside the fire, Lin Huang's eyes stared, and he was surprised. Unexpectedly, the old monk in front of him was more than two hundred years old, and he was Xuanyuan Wuxiang's cousin.

"At the beginning, when my cousin-in-law killed herself in the Moon Tower, Master Wu was under the tower. But at that time, my cousin-in-law was determined to die, and Master only saved the three of us brothers in the end!"

In the ruined temple, Jun Qicheng and others also walked out, gathered around the fire, and listened to Ci Nan tell the past.

"After the two brothers were rescued by the master, they ran away halfway, and I was the only one who stupidly followed the Wuzen Temple, which is more than two hundred years!"

He buried his head deep in the face and seemed to be very ashamed.

"Half a year later, I sneaked out of the Wuzen Temple once. But when I heard that the Xuanyuan family was almost wiped out, and that my two elder brothers were also killed in battle, and their heads were hung high above the castle tower, I was suddenly afraid!"

"I crawled back to Wuchan Temple overnight, like a coward, I didn't dare to tell the world, my name is Xuanyuan Wuxi, I am a member of the Xuanyuan family!"

"I chant the Buddha every day, telling myself that I am a monk, I have escaped into the empty door, and all kinds of red dust have nothing to do with me!"

In the dark night, the firelight reflected the face of the martyr, and the latter was particularly panicked and embarrassed, as well as a face full of shame.

Lin Huang and the others were silent, just quietly listening to the latter's story.

"It's just that every night is dark, I seem to be able to hear the long chant of the green dragon behind me, and I can see my cousin Wuxiang dead, and my cousin-in-law killing herself in the Moon City Tower. I can see Xuanyuan Erlang, the white-clothed vegetarian fighting Dongling!"

Ci Nan's face was full of old tears, crying like a child, "After a hundred years like this, I chanted the Buddha every day, rang the bell to understand Zen, and finally I can no longer think of these things, I think my Buddhism is a lot more exquisite!"

"In this way, nearly a hundred years passed, and suddenly one day, I felt that I could enter the red dust experience, and then I stepped out of the Wuzen Temple, and the red dust experienced thirty years!"

"For more than two hundred years, I thought I had let go of everything, but in the past thirty years, I didn't dare to step into Xuanyuan City!"

Ci Nan sneered, and touched his back with his backhand, "Until today, I met Xuanyuan Tibing, and he told me that the evil demon has not been destroyed, and the Xuanyuan family cannot become a Buddha alone, I am suddenly confused!"

"I have participated in the Buddha for more than 200 years and recited the sutras for 200 years. Why did Xuanyuan mention a word, I couldn't recite the Diamond Sutra, and I forgot the Prajna Heart Sutra. I don't know how to ring a bell with my hands folded!"

Beside the fire, Ci Nan suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Huang hopefully, "You tell me, should I be Xuanyuan without hatred, or Ci Nan?"

(End of chapter)